Everyday I would see her on my way to work
Her owner was a cold hearted, brutal jerk.
She was his gas station guard dog, but I guess not vicious enough,
so everyday he would beat her, I guess to make her more tough.
Day after day I witnessed this until I couldn't take it anymore.
I had to do something, that much was for sure,
and so one evening I returned there in the dead of night
and with a pair of bolt cutters
I cut a hole in his fence and rescued her from her plight.
My Tasha Girl had been with me ever since then
and I couldn't have asked for a more grateful and devoted companion.
She's gone now and since then my life has been melancholy.
I dearly miss that beautiful mix of Chow and Collie.
Only when I would share my Tasha Girl's company
could I let go of this world full of corruption and misery
and for once in my life I would truly feel happy,
but all that's left now are very joyful yet very painful memories.
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One day I will create a proper tribute for you,
but until then my angel this will have to do.
So much time has passed since you have been gone,
but no matter how hard I try, I just can't move on.
You'll never know how much joy you brought into my dark, dismal world.
I'll forever cherish, love and miss you my most beloved, precious Tasha Girl.
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